Hasan Salaam

Written by: Hasan Salaam

Verse1
I have so much to say but little time to say it/
Only so long b4 the reaper comes collecting his payment/
Unlike most in the game I don't play to be famous/
Cee its the message not the messenger I consider it sacred/
Make love to the pages/
Tracks give birth to the verse and the crowd watch it go thru growth stages/
Without a cutting agent take it back to the basics/
Taggin on the wall shell toes with fat laces/
Banging on the lunchroom tables/
I spit it like I spit it everybody can relate to what pain is/
Lost in this wilderness still wandering aimless/
No median example to explain what sane is/
So polish your stainless in this world of anguish/
Money talks huh better learn to speak that language/
As corporations fight for product placement on spaceships/
Paddy wagons scoop us up like makeshift slave ships/
Sons of Canaan fabricated ways to enslave us/
With Willie Lynch tricknowledgy and degrees of the Masons/
Black stone shows the origin that Adam was shaped with/
They stole our birth rights and replaced it with ways of Pagans/
We're the Sun, Crescent Moon and the Star of David/
So save the accolades I give Allah all praises/
When I return to my graces/
Tomb raiders will search my grave after 7 days and won't find no traces/
Welcome to the majors where the stakes are dangerous/
Concrete watercolors fill the chalk on the pavement/
Same 1 that builds the schools puts the bars on the cages/
Ignorance is a disease and its highly contagious/
So rise up mighty nation like the dawn of creation/
Put em high and grab hold of a constellation/
Pour some libation for the word and revelation/
Allah U Akbar, Ashae, and Amen.

Chorus
To the Lost Tribe who questions where Allah is/
Or where Jehovah, Yahweh and Jah is/
The most highs manifested all around and inside us/
Cee its the light that guides us/
Willie Lynch out to conquer and divide us/
Amerikkkas making laws to deprive us/
So take heed this a word to the wisest/
Out of darkness the Sun of Man rises-

Verse2
Born in modern day Babylon atop of Mt. Sinai/
Mix of clay and iron like master Farad/
So recognize God/
The streets got 1,001 tales like those of Shahrazad/
Only difference is majority end with the most tragic epilogues/
Bricks on the block chipping of from the shots of the Kalashnikov/
Most of our life spent chasing a mirage/
Fast cars and faster women/
But this is water in the desert straight from Zamzams well/
The moral to the stories dead men can't tell/
To hell we've grown accustomed know it all to well/
So any glimpse of heaven we rejoice like the birth of Emmanuel/
I have dreams of being free and raising seeds/
But I'd die if it means my brothers would succeed/
I know its hard to cee the forest through all of the trees/
So whenever the angels call I fall to my knees/
Listen